Curse you, NaBloPoMo!
Gah! It's about 30 minutes until midnight, and I can't think of anything to write about for today's NaBloPoMo-induced post. Well, actually, I have a few ideas on what to write about, but those ideas would involve some Actual Writing Time and I'm feelin' lazy.:::sigh:::
So, instead of thinking ... here's a picture of The B from his first Christmas with us, which was the last appearance of our Christmas Tree.
Let's play "Find-The-B-In-The-Christmas-Tree-Skirt"! Can you find him?
Lame post? Heck yeah. But, it's a post. So there you go.
Labels: cats, nablopomo, random, the b
posted by Lisa, ofs | Permalink 
1 Comments:
Poor B. Wasn't acting in heroic virtue THEN, was he now? Boots did that when she was four months old, except her four-pound self knocked the thing clear down.
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